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She walks through misty nights amid starlight skies
Her form and movement an illusion, dripping with
The sweet scent of promise;jasmine and juleps.
The thought of her is always with me
In daylight and in dreams
Though I have rarely glimpsed her, I know she is there
Somewhere just beyond my reach.
Her actual form a mystery to me, yet
The idea of her, as real as the Moon in the sky
And as fleeting as the shadows through which she passes.
She comes to me in dreams, afraid to fully reveal herself
And though she has tried to hide, I have come to know her.
She is both selfish and caring,
Childish yet comforting,
Compassionate and passionate,
Uniquely woman.
She stands before me, possessed of the love I am seeking
Yet I cannot reach her, an impassable void between us
Her heart and soul locked away by a lover's curse
I try in vain to reach her, chasing her siren's song across the waves
'Til I can hear no more, a roaring silence surrounds me.
And from the shadows, a mocking laugh, mischievous and full of life
A lover at a masquerade ball daring me to find her and
Knowing that I will always pursue her.
She walks in shadows in the pale moonlight
A part of my thoughts and dreams, yet not fully seen.
A figure of both mystery and assurance
Amid happenstance and contrivance
She promises to never leave.
I await her in the daylight
Wait for her to escape my dreams and
Emerge from the shadows of my mind.
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